wife is black

An interesting soul cannot be short of arms or legs, and the subscription to show love cannot be abandoned halfway~ Zhao Qianqian has sorted out the files twice and confirmed that there are no mistakes, so she is relieved.He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was already ten o'clock, and the president was still missing.

Zhao Qianqian hesitated whether to call the president, because this was the first time Zhao Qianqian had encountered such a situation since she had been with the president for four years.

The president always greets people with a smile and treats every employee in the company very approachable. Everyone has never seen the president get angry at anyone.

When Zhao Qianqian first joined the company, she once made a small mistake at work, and only then did she deeply realize how terrible her boss is.

When the president got angry, he beat the person to death without changing his face, which made people feel lingering fear and dared not commit the crime again.It perfectly interprets what it means to hide a knife in a smile and a needle in a cotton.

Zhao Qianqian was pacing back and forth anxiously in the office, when she suddenly thought of the task assigned to her by the president at the banquet last night, her heart skipped a beat, should she ask someone to go to the police station?

Suddenly, there was a sound of high-heeled shoes at the door. Hearing this pace, Zhao Qianqian's sensitive nerves suddenly tightened, and she rushed out to meet her.

"Mr. Cheng, good morning." Zhao Qianqian said hello politely, her eyes fell on the president's high heels.

"Good morning, go and make me a cup of coffee." Cheng Yihua stepped on high heels and appeared at the door of the office, smiling at the oncoming Secretary Zhao, "Go to the cloakroom and get me a white suit."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng."

Half an hour later, Cheng Yihua changed his clothes, leaned back on the boss chair, and looked down at his schedule for this week.

A head of curly brown hair was tied behind his head, and a disobedient strand of hair fell down beside his ear.Cheng Yihua raised his hand and hooked the strand of fluffy hair behind his ear, without opening his head.

"Push all the schedule for this weekend to me."

"But Mr. Cheng..." Zhao Qianqian had already memorized the CEO's itinerary in her heart, so she naturally knew which things in the weekend's itinerary could not be turned off.But due to the president's uncompromising personality, Zhao Qianqian dared not say much.

"Tell me." Cheng Yihua threw the schedule in his hand on the desk, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at Secretary Zhao with a smile on his lips.

"Mr. Cheng, the weekend appointment with Mr. Mu was made half a month ago, and Mr. Mu is only in the country for a few days."

"Find a way to arrange Mr. Mu's appointment in advance."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng, I'll contact you right away."

"Wait, when will Mr. Mu return to China?" Cheng Yihua slightly raised the end of his peachy eyes, looked at the secretary and asked, "Exact time?"

"The plane in the early morning of the day after tomorrow, if it is not delayed, the exact arrival time is twelve noon the day after tomorrow."

"Then there's no need to contact me. I'll pick you up in person the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, Mr. Cheng."

"By the way, bring me a Band-Aid." Cheng Yihua looked down at his injured right ring finger and frowned.

"Mr. Cheng, how about I ask Dr. Qian to come to the company?"

"Well, that's fine." Cheng Yihua praised, raised his hand and waved at Secretary Zhao, "It's all right here, you can go down."

"Yes, Mr. Cheng."

As soon as Secretary Zhao walked out of the office door, Tang Chumeng appeared at the office door in a beige professional suit.

Tang Chumeng has capable shoulder-length short hair and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Although his facial features are not outstanding, they are also upright and handsome, which is a good-looking type.

"Mr. Cheng." Tang Chumeng raised his hand and knocked on the office door, and glanced at the office.

Tang Chumeng is a college classmate of Cheng Yihua, and the relationship between the two is extraordinary.Since Cheng Yihua took over Star Art, Tang Chumeng has been acting as artist director for Cheng Yihua.Half of the company's performance is due to this artist director.

"Enter." Cheng Yihua put down the report in his hand, looked up at the door, and looked away again.

Tang Chumeng stood in front of Cheng Yihua, put the script in his hand on the desk, and said, "Mr. Cheng, this is the prototype of the script adapted by the company based on the network that it bought not long ago. Please take a look at it first."

"Chu Meng, have you read the script?" Cheng Yihua's slender fingers landed on the report and turned a page without reading the script.

"I see." Tang Chumeng replied.

"That's fine, I don't need to read it." Cheng Yihua continued to look at the report and said.

"Yihua, what's wrong with your hand?!" Tang Chumeng inadvertently noticed the wound on the president's finger. He was so concerned and anxious that he changed his address accordingly.

"Oh, it's okay." Cheng Yihua put down the report in his hand, and gave Tang Chumeng a reassuring smile, "It was just scratched accidentally."

"Is there anything else?" Cheng Yihua picked up the coffee on the side, put it to his lips and took a sip, looking at Tang Chumeng in front of him and asked.

"No...not anymore." Tang Chumeng looked a little dodgy and shook his head.

"Chu Meng, let's have dinner together at noon." Cheng Yihua twitched his lips and said invitingly.

"Okay." Tang Chumeng agreed.

As soon as Guan Ruan returned to the dormitory, he was tortured by his buddies why he didn't come home last night.

"Didn't you say before that you can come back at ten o'clock at the latest?" Wei Chenxi held two apples still stained with water, and handed one to Guan Ruan, and kept one for himself.

"Thank you." Guan Ruan turned the chair around, took the apple with his hand, looked up at Wei Chenxi and thanked him.

"I called you several times, but you didn't answer any of them." Wei Chenxi was a little annoyed, he pulled the chair beside him and sat down on it.

"The phone is out of battery." Guan Ruan reconnected the dead phone to the power bank, and his eyes naturally fell on the phone screen.

"You don't know how to charge without electricity!" Wei Chenxi made a "click" and took a big bite of the apple, still puzzled.

"I didn't bring a charger." Guan Ruan lowered his head and pressed the phone's power button tightly with his fingertips.

"You......!" Wei Chenxi took the official Ruan Meizhe, and his tone softened, "Okay, tell me the truth, where did you spend the night last night?"

"I'm home."

"go home?!"

"Chen Xi, I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep for a while."

"..." Wei Chenxi was helpless, Guan Ruan was always like this, he refused to say anything more, "Where do you want to eat lunch, the North Canteen or the South Canteen?"

"It will be all right."

"Then go to sleep for a while, and I'll call you when it's time for dinner."

After Guan Ruan finished eating the apples, he took out a paper towel and wiped his fingers, then threw the leftover apple cores and paper towels into the trash can.

He stood up and took off his shoes.He climbed up the stairs and onto his bed.

In fact, Guan Ruan was not sleepy at all, he was lying quietly on his side on the bed, his gaze kept on the WeChat interface.Suddenly, the phone vibrated twice, and an overseas call came in.

"Hello." Guan Ruan glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button without hesitation.

"Xiao Ruan, I have an early morning flight the day after tomorrow!" The person on the other end of the phone spoke fluent Mandarin, making it difficult for people to associate the owner of the voice with a mixed-race person.

"Oh, I see."

"Are you happy?"

"Remember to send me the flight number later."

"Do you want to come pick me up?"

"I'm afraid you'll get lost again."

"Xiao Ruan is the best!"

"........."

"By the way, Xiao Ruan, I brought you a gift, you will definitely like it. Auntie and elder brother also have gifts, everyone has a share."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then hung up the phone. Of course, the person on the other end kept talking, and Guan Ruan was only responsible for answering the other party's words.

As soon as Guan Ruan hung up the phone, he opened the WeChat interface again.

But apart from a few tweets on the official account, the student union has been sending messages non-stop, discussing the matter of Xingyi's donation to the school.

I don't know who found a bunch of back-to-back pictures of the charity party, and after throwing them all into the group, they immediately brought the topic to the time-honored topic of "beauty".

[Mr. Cheng is really beautiful, with a proper 360 degrees and no dead ends!And this is a raw picture! 】

【What brand is her skirt?Why can't you see it. 】

[Mr. Cheng is not an ordinary rich man. His clothes are all custom-made, the kind you can't buy with money. 】

[Obviously our pure school belle looks better, but also extraordinarily cold.Just ask, who in the world can match it! ! ! 】

[Yes, I also think that the beauty of our school beauty is unmatched! 】

Guan Ruan clicked into the chat group and quickly browsed through the group messages.Click through the back-to-back pictures one by one, and finally stay on the solo photo drawn by Cheng Yi with your fingertips.

He paused with his fingertips, clicked on Cheng Yihua's photo and saved it, then exited the group chat interface.

There was still no "new friend" message in the address book, Guan Ruan frowned and stared at the phone screen for a while, then put the phone next to the pillow, and slowly closed his eyes.